Ol' Suzy
Ol’ Suzy
Remember ol’ Suzy Jackson?
That girl was a boat load of fun.
Kissing behind the shed,
till our faces were red,
and we knew we had found the one.
I thought I’d lost her when she moved;
leaving my love for her unproved.
But, I found her again;
and I asked for her hand.
Now my lonely heart has been soothed.
for the Whisper Sweet Nothings contest. 11/17/2017
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2017
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